“Have it your way,” I said, sitting on a couch.
“Sweetie, you should not change the bridal procession.” Mother said, “She is to walk with her future husband.”
Scarlett was not having it, so she called the planner and informed her of the changes. The poor woman paled and then nodded a couple of times. I bet it was a very unusual request, and yet her heels clicked away to inform her male counterpart.
I remained there, witnessing the whole mayhem that Scarlett´s latest tantrum caused.
“It is time…” the wedding coordinator clapped, and we all lined up. Me taking the place of Joanna.
“Hold it,” she said, and everyone remained quiet.
“The bride requested the change…” she said over an earpiece.
“He refuses to do what?” she almost yelled, and took a deep breath. “Well, deal with it,
